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Day of The Dead

A Song For Mother


I sing, I sing, for it hurts to cry

And the “why?” rings in my mind;

with my hands I recreate beauty

and that is why I sing and sing so much…


…so much like a sorrowful night

that amid nature’s aroma

the moaning of music is purity

that sprouts out of the words of my song.


I am seduced be the sensation, so beautiful

of reliving the brief journey

that is a star’s cry.


It is my reminiscent Love letter;

I know that my song reaches her

Because I lay my soul in her memory.


Julie Sopetran

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Taken on November 2, 2008